Ever since the car accident, Kaeta has asked me several times a day, “Is the white car brokened?” It seems like she was more attached to that car than we were! She only rode in it a couple of times. Anyway, a typical conversation goes like this:
Mommy and Daddy: [trying to have a conversation]
Kaeta: Is the white car brokened?
M&D: [ignoring]
K: [getting progressively louder] Is the white car brokened? Is the white car brokened?? Daddy, is the white car brokened??!
D: Yes, the white car is brokened.
K: Where is the white car?
D: Where is it?
K: At a junkyawd.
There are a few variations, but I basically have this conversation 6 or 7 times a day. This morning, I’m working from home, and Kaeta came up to me and said, very sweetly:
“Daddy, I want to ask you a question.”
She’s never said that before! I don’t know where she picked that up, but I was very interested to hear what she so earnestly wanted to ask me. I said, “Yes, Kaeta?” So she looked up at me with her big brown eyes and said,
“Is the white car brokened?”
Tags: conversations with Kaeta